Smoke, Gin and Perfume

Voluptuous breasts
push against a skin-tight dress
tongue around my finger
lips as moist as a dew-kissed rose
The long arc of your neck
Intoxicating, your breath
smoke, gin and perfume
Hard am I against your warm and soft
vulnerable and inviting
A savage beast of your tastes
of salt
of whiskey
of fire
Your body rises as my hands slip low
grinding, licking, sweating
Cheap liquor and cheap perfume
A long night for two lonely souls


(Took another passage from the book and turned it into a poem)